FULL MOON

Eyes that peer from the darkness 
Breath that hangs weightlessly  
Frozen In place from icy winds
Teeth sharp to tear flesh  and grind bone 
Claws strong, sharp with an earthy smell
Urine to mark its territory 
By day it walks on two legs 
By night it runs on all fours 
It can smell your fear 
It hears the blood running cold 
Through your veins 
It’s a master of camouflage
The perfect ambush predator  
Your heartbeat fills its senses  
Drowning out  the world outside 
Your perspiration  its nectar 
It enjoys the chase 
The thrill of the hunt 
The fresh kill 
The salty splash of crimson 
As it takes its first bite 
Ripping out your jugular
Leaving a glorious red fountain in its wake 
Its eyes black as coal as it stares  watching you gurgle 
As you choke on your own blood 
It will leave nothing spare
Nothing will go to waste 
All that remains are you blood stained clothes